Learn magic from Hogwarts

When get out of class was over, there was a kind of little wizard who came out with a blank face, not only because of Snape's roar, but also because of his homework.

A...reflection paper, the content of which is roughly to self-reflect on what mistakes you made when cooking potions in class, and then self-repent and correct them.

Sounds simple?

No, among the young wizards, some were ordered to re-cook three or four times, making different mistakes each time. Some seemed to be generally correct, but the cooking effect was completely wrong. If you look carefully, the small details are obvious.

I was wrong and Snape yelled at me countless times throughout the whole process.

In fact, even the little wizards who succeeded in brewing the potion were not spared from this assignment, because what they brewed could only be considered to be of ordinary quality. Naturally, Snape had higher requirements for such students, requiring them to

After class, I reflected on why I didn’t brew a higher quality potion.

Anyway, there is only one homework, everyone must have it, and reflect on it!

Noah couldn't help but cover his ears when he walked out of the classroom. Keya stuck his head out of his sleeves and swallowed the snake letter.

You can imagine the smell of the Potions classroom, which is simply torture for the snakes that capture the smell.

Eve stopped next to him with a frown on her face: "Professor Snape is too cruel. I also heard that he prefers Slytherin."

This doesn't seem to be biased at all. Shouldn't I scold you anyway?

"After all, he is a famous potion master." Noah comforted Keya and said, "It is inevitable to be strict."

"I understand why there are so few potion masters." Eve couldn't help snorting.

But she quickly shut her mouth because Snape, who had finished cleaning up the classroom, had already walked out and saw the two people standing at the door.

"Lannister, Lestrange, are you two standing here to stand guard?" Snape glanced at them, "If you have time to idle here, why not think about how to complete your studies."

After saying that, he left as quickly as he came, not even noticing Keya being blocked by Noah's hand.

Eve, who was scolded inexplicably again, was silent for a long time: "I now know why the senior students are avoiding this dean."

Maybe if you are caught normally, you will be ridiculed.

Noah was not surprised at all, and the professor was even more lenient compared to last time.

Noah didn't plan to go to the library this time. After all, dinner time was approaching. Rather than going to the library to study, it would be better to go and comfort himself who was physically and mentally exhausted.

Keya spat out a message to show that he was hungry too, and confidently named the bird eggs he wanted to eat.

"Bird eggs? It looks like we may need to go to the kitchen first." Noah nodded Keya's little head, "I hope there will be some raw eggs in the kitchen."

Upon hearing that it was an egg, Keya poked out more parts and spat out the words in protest.

"At most, seagull eggs. You have to consider that this is the kitchen of Hogwarts. It is impossible to find too many wild bird eggs for you. You see, chickens, ducks and geese are all birds, and they can also be considered bird eggs."

Er tried to convince it.

Eve, who was watching him and Keya arguing quietly, her expression gradually became strange.

Soon Noah realized the strange look in her eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Are you really not a snake-tongued person?" Eve asked in her soul.

"I don't speak snake language."

"But you can communicate with him!"

"I can only communicate with him."

"…Okay, if you insist."

Eve closed her mouth and ended this familiar conversation.

Noah also stopped arguing with Keya and made a compromise: "Okay, let's go see if there are other eggs."

Keya retracted his sleeves with satisfaction and hid himself again.

They were lucky enough to get some pigeon eggs, seagull eggs and quail eggs from house elves.

Since Keya thought eggs were too ordinary, Noah didn't take the eggs.

After Keya swallowed two quail eggs, Noah and Eve, who thanked the house elves, returned to the restaurant.

Half an hour had passed by this time, and the restaurant was still full.

The little wizards are all enjoying the food, and even the professors are sitting on high seats eating food.

Someone actually looked at the two people who had just entered, but quickly moved away without interest.

Noah and Eve found a seat at the long Slytherin table and began to enjoy the dinner food.

At this time, Noah saw someone taking out a magic wand, and he was ready to point the wand at the cup.

The little wizards around him immediately put down their dishes and waited attentively for his next spell.

He recited a long list of incantations, which didn't sound serious. Noah couldn't hear them clearly, but the little wizard's first spell obviously failed. He was not discouraged and soon started again and again.

try.

"Gryffindor?" Eve recognized the long table, "I heard that Gryffindor likes the challenge of turning drinks into wine."

"Butterbeer?"

"I don't know." Eve was not interested in this, "Is our class tomorrow an astronomy class?"

"Well, the classroom is in the highest tower of the castle." Noah also withdrew his gaze.

The astronomy class was after dinner, which meant they had a day to relax.

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

Noah looked at it suspiciously and saw Eve continuing: "Do you know the club?"

Noah raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

"There are two clubs in Slytherin, one is the Potions Club and the other is the Glory Club." Eve said, "The former was founded by Professor Snape, and the latter is a club founded by a Slytherin student himself."

"Which one are you going to join?" Noah guessed her thoughts.

"I received an invitation from the Glory Club." Eve's words revealed enough.

Glory Club, when thinking about Eve's invitation, it is not difficult to imagine that it is a club for pure bloods, and maybe the composition of its members is related to those so-called pure blood families.

Thinking of this, Noah lost interest in this club.

Although he is now a Slytherin, he has absolutely no interest in pure blood. To a certain extent, those little wizards from Muggle families who are looked down upon by the so-called pure bloods are more talented, but pure blood

The blood people are too high-minded and unwilling to admit it.

But... is there any difference between pure-blood and Muggle wizards? Is there any difference between the bloodlines that pure-bloods are proud of?

Noah looked thoughtfully at Eve beside him.

Eve: "?"

"Does the Potions Club have any requirements?" He cut off a piece of potato and stopped his dangerous thoughts.

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Professor Snape." Eve noticed his lack of interest, "Or we can go and have a look together tomorrow."

"That's fine." Noah nodded, he was quite interested in the club.